Chapter 10: Revealed
Leah sat in silence on Bobby Singer's couch, her arms crossed, not really looking at anyone. Dean and Sam were watching Leah— they had just told Bobby what happened. To Leah's surprise, Castiel never said a word. Bobby was frowning, obviously thinking about what Dean and Sam had just told him. Dean continued to throw glances over at Sam, trying to get his attention quietly.
"Well…" Bobby finally said, "I say good job, Leah." Leah looked up at him, unsure of what to think.
"Even though that was a good chance to find out where that sword is, you still killed them demons," Bobby added.
"Yeah, and saved our asses," Dean chimed in. Leah looked down. She felt like a school kid who saved another kid from getting beat up by beating up the bully himself. Yeah. Bad analogy.
"So. You got the power, huh?" Bobby asked Leah jokingly.
"I… I never thought my stupid curse could amount to this," Leah said very quietly, still looking at the floor. Dean cast a nervous glare over at Sam, who finally took notice. He gave Dean and sharp, unreadable look, then turned back to Leah. Leah finally looked up at them, pausing on Sam.
"Wait… you don't think… I'm not… like you… am I?" Leah said softly, uncertainty clouding her voice, "Or, how you were? With Azazel and demon blood inside you and everything?" Sam expression turned to pity.
"No, no Leah," he said gently, and he walked over to her, "no, you're not." Lean craned her neck to look up at him.
"Why would my curse take affect now? After all these years?" she asked. Finally Dean couldn't take it.
"Because it's not your curse," he said blankly. Bobby, Sam, Leah, and even Castiel turned to him. Leah looked shocked and confused, Bobby and Sam looked threatening, and Castiel, well, he was fairly unemotional except that an angry sort of frown crossed his face.
"Wha—what?" Leah asked. Dean crossed his arms, looking bitter.
"It's not your angel curse," he repeated. Leah laughed lightly.
"What do you mean it's not my curse?" she asked, looking at Dean, then at Sam. "What else could it be? I mean, it's the only thing!" She stopped a moment.
"Right?"
Finally Castiel spoke up. He glared at Dean, and then turned to Leah.
"Dean is right. It is not your curse, though some of what you've experienced might possibly be caused from this," he said. Leah looked at Castiel in confusion.
"What the crap does that mean?" she asked, point-blank. Castiel looked at her, and a sense of unwillingness swept over him.
"It…" he started. He paused, thinking.
"It's my fault."
Dean, Sam, and Bobby were waiting patiently, while Leah stared at Castiel, not even sure what to think.
"It's your… fault?" she asked with uncertainty. Castiel straightened.
"Yes it is," he replied firmly.
"…Okay, I'm officially lost," Leah said after a moment of awkward silence. Castiel blinked.
"Tell her what you did Cas," Dean sneered.
"Five months ago," Castiel started, not wasting any time, "when you… died… I resurrected." Leah stared.
"And…?" she said.
"And… I was not able to resurrect you by my own power," Castiel said.
"So what… you're saying you couldn't?" Leah asked, beginning to feel confused.
"By my own power alone, I could not," Castiel continued.
"So how am I… alive?" Leah asked.
"When I resurrected you, I gave you a bit of myself; my own power."
It got deathly silent.
"…"
Leah couldn't even speak for some time.
"You…" Leah started up again finally, her voice straining, "you…gave me… some of your own… power?" It was finally beginning to dawn on her what the angel was saying.
"If I had not you would've died—"
"Cas, I was already dead," Leah interrupted calmly. She stopped a moment.
"What the hell— what were you thinking?!" Leah abruptly cried, standing up to face the angel. Castiel frowned to himself.
"I was thinking about—" he started. Leah shook her head, waving her hands around madly.
"OhmyGod you gave me some of yourself?! I'm— I'm like—" she stammered at the end of her anger-filled sentence.
"Half-angel," Dean pointed out for her.
"Not helping Dean," Leah snapped at him. Leah turned back to the angel.
"Cas— you just don't go around resurrecting dead people by giving up some of your own freaking power!" she cried shrilly.
"Tried to tell ya…" Bobby muttered. But Castiel ignored them and focused on the angry woman in front of him.
"You couldn't just— grab my soul like Dean's?" Leah said, referring to Dean trip to Hell.
"Seeing as you weren't in Hell—" Castiel began. Leah face-palmed herself, interrupting Castiel again. She was silent momentarily, Dean, Sam, and Bobby watching her cautiously.
"Why… why didn't you tell me?" Leah asked finally, trying to steady her voice.
"Because you weren't ready to know. Your powers were young— you would not have been able to control them," Castiel replied.
"So leaving me in the dark was better?!" Leah cried out again.
"The less you knew, the less likely you would be able to find the power… But I was wrong in that," Castiel said quietly. Leah shook her head again, turning away from the angel.
"Five months. Five months of thinking I was a total, cursed, freak," Leah said sourly, "only to find out that I'm still cursed, but now I'm a fricken' half-angel half-human… thing…"
"It's not all that bad you know," Dean said quietly.
"Not all that—" Leah started in disbelief, "Dean— I just went from being a human freak to a half-mythical freak!"
"Well at least you're not running on demon blood…" Dean muttered.
"Shut-up Dean," Sam snapped suddenly, "you're not helping." Dean shot Sam a nasty look, but Leah ignored the both of them.
"This is so unbelievable," she mumbled. Suddenly she stopped.
"Wait— how long have you guys known?" she asked Dean suspiciously. Dean looked at her reluctantly.
"Well…" he said with a small nervous laugh, reaching up and rubbing his neck. Leah shot him a fierce glare.
"Since you left," Sam replied. Leah looked at Bobby, Sam, and Dean.
"You all knew?" she asked. Her raised eyebrows dropped severely.
"You guys are unbelievable," she said. She then turned to Castiel.
"But you are the most unbelievable," she snapped harshly. Castiel frowned.
"You don't keep this kind of stuff away from people!" Leah said strongly. "When did you plan on telling me? If ever?"
"When Dean and Sam told me that you recently found out about you abilities—" Castiel started. Leah threw up her hands.
"God, so you've been having secret conversations back and forth too?! Nice!" she cried. Suddenly she scowled.
"That's it— she said, "I'm leaving or something."
"C'mon Leah!" Dean cried, and he reached out and grabbed her arm. Leah yanked her arm out of his grasp.
"Well obviously I'm not trusted enough," she snapped, glaring at Dean, "and I wasn't good enough to be told of something as serious as this! Not to mention good enough to keep contact with until something interesting like my almost deathhappens!" Her sharp unwavering gaze shot to Castiel in fury. He cocked his head ot the side in his own confusion.
"You believe that I didn't find you interesting enough to visit during these last five months?" he spoke softly.
"Well that's the general idea," Leah snapped, "and even if you wantedto have, you would have, Castiel! Or did not that click in you little, unemotional, angel brain?!" Castiel suddenly seemed to understand.
"Oh…" he said softly, getting quiet for a moment. Then he looked up at Leah, who was still staring at him in expectant anger.
"I didn't visit you because I wasn't able to find you," he finally said blankly, as if that was the most obvious answer in the world. Leah's anger started to fail, and her scowl dropped.
"What?" she asked, her fury replaced by confusion.
"Because of your power, you gained the subconscious ability to block yourself from the view of all angels," Castiel explained.
"But… how?" Leah questioned.
"That I do not know…" Castiel answered in a thoughtful voice, seeming puzzled a bit.
"Even now you are unknowingly blocking yourself from the view of angels," he added, "which is one reason why I must— stick around." He cast a side-ways glance at Dean who nodded in assurance at the angel's choice of words.
"Why?"
"Because I have manually place a brand on Dean and Sam to hind them from angels' views as well," Castiel replied.
"Wait…" Leah said, thinking deeply now, "if you cant' find Dean, Sam, or me, with your— angel sonar— then how did you find them when I was at the hospital?"
"Because of your state, your consciousness was gone, as well has your shield… it is obvious that it can be turned off somehow," Castiel explained. Leah, frowning, thought deeply about all this.
"Wow…" she said shortly after a moment. It was quiet as all four men let Leah think.
"So…" Leah whispered.
"I'm… half… angel…" she continued, mainly to herself.
"Technically no," Castiel chimed in, "you're simply—"
"Hey," Leah said, interrupting him once more, though not angrily, "let me bask in my glory, or whatever it is, alright?" Castiel fell silent.
"Well," Dean said, "now that you know, we gotta get moving." Leah's expression dropped and she turned to him.
"Yeah Dean, after I just found out that I have angel powers, let's go kick the crap out of some demons," she said smartly.
"Hey, it's good practice," Dean said with a grin. Leah rolled her eyes.
"Speaking of practice," Leah said, turning back to Castiel, "so are you gonna be my mentor or something?" Castiel frowned to himself.
"I never thought about it that way… but I suppose if you think it's wise," he replied. "But I agree with Dean. We should try and find more demons to interrogate."
"Fine," Leah muttered, "let's get moving then." She looked at Bobby. He nodded toward the door.
"Go on," he said resentfully, "get outta here."
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